Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Josef K,
Television,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.